entangled up in bacon
Posted: March 16th, 2009, 7:56 am
When I fry bacon I think of silentwoman's smile and her voice. She telling me how she used to fry bacon for her daughters.
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entangled up in bacon
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Posted: March 17th, 2009, 9:36 am
I love bacon. Sometimes I'll fry up a whole pound of it and eat 'til I'm queasy with it. Plus tax.
Posted: March 17th, 2009, 12:51 pm
I think I will give it up.
For lent.
I hardly dream about her anymore.
Not in years
Such sweet dreams they were.
The woman in the shadow of my dreams.
For lent.
I hardly dream about her anymore.
Not in years
Such sweet dreams they were.
The woman in the shadow of my dreams.
Posted: March 17th, 2009, 1:13 pm
It is said that time heals all wounds. It does not heal longing because longing is not a wound. Longing, once awakened, never goes away.
I've a couple of longings - they will end when I do.
I've a couple of longings - they will end when I do.
Posted: March 17th, 2009, 9:42 pm
Posted: March 18th, 2009, 10:04 am
She had a revelation. There was no need to lay each strip of bacon in the pan perfectly straight and then flip it over making sure not to let it get twisted. Jewish women are not that good of bacon fryers. A cooking lesson they did not get from their mothers I suppose.
Ah me, when Rose confronted her mother about my father, "How could you let me marry him, what kind of mother would let her 16 year old daughter marry a man like that"
Her mother would reply that she had never had a mother so she did the best she could..
And they are all dead now.
Long gone.
Ah me, when Rose confronted her mother about my father, "How could you let me marry him, what kind of mother would let her 16 year old daughter marry a man like that"
Her mother would reply that she had never had a mother so she did the best she could..
And they are all dead now.
Long gone.
Posted: March 18th, 2009, 12:23 pm
I thank God for bacon's crispy delight
how it crunches so good on my taste buds
I bet Pigs don't thank God for bacon
I bet they wished they tasted like ricecakes instead
but with excessive calories
then no one would want to eat them
and they could wallow long long lives away
out of the pan.
I should write an ode to bacon
and the pigs who give their life for it
sometimes I'm a guilt ridden omnivore.
how it crunches so good on my taste buds
I bet Pigs don't thank God for bacon
I bet they wished they tasted like ricecakes instead
but with excessive calories
then no one would want to eat them
and they could wallow long long lives away
out of the pan.
I should write an ode to bacon
and the pigs who give their life for it
sometimes I'm a guilt ridden omnivore.
Posted: March 18th, 2009, 9:03 pm
She had a birthmark on the calf of her right leg.
As many times as we were naked together I did not notice it for a year.
We walked the beach on Hatteras Island one night and she asked me if I was afraid of the ocean at night. I said no. She said she was afraid. I picked her up and carried her in my arms. She made me feel like a natural man.
She thought it was funny when I asked about the stretch marks on her belly. That I did not know what they were.
Hi mousey
thanks for stopping by and reading.
I see pork belly futures in the commodities section of the business pages. I wonder what the future is to a pig?
As many times as we were naked together I did not notice it for a year.
We walked the beach on Hatteras Island one night and she asked me if I was afraid of the ocean at night. I said no. She said she was afraid. I picked her up and carried her in my arms. She made me feel like a natural man.
She thought it was funny when I asked about the stretch marks on her belly. That I did not know what they were.
Hi mousey
thanks for stopping by and reading.
I see pork belly futures in the commodities section of the business pages. I wonder what the future is to a pig?